I am Chelmey, Scotland Yard’s top police Inspector.

This time, I came to investigate a certain big case, in a certain remote countryside…

Inspector, what kind of big case are we on this time?

Hmm…

This is a covert investigation, Barton.
I can’t tell you.

Is that so! Well, if you’re the one on the case, then it will be solved quickly no matter how difficult!

I will do my best to help you.

I expect you to, Barton.

This incident is related to the food mentioned in this old magazine article, and to the cook who made it.

That’s all I can say for now.

So, Inspector, where are we starting our search?

It’s a food related incident.
First, we should find a restaurant in town.

Let’s make it our investigation headquarters and start the investigation.

Inspector!
There is a dining room over there.

Alright, I’m here to request your cooperation in the investigation!

Understood!

All that’s left now is to prepare that.

Welcome.
It isn’t opening time yet, though.

Hm. Here will do fine.

We are from Scotland Yard.

From now on, this place will be used as our investigation headquarters.

Uh, what?

I am Inspector Chelmey of Scotland Yard.
Are you the owner of this restaurant?

Indeed. I am Crouton.

This is a covert investigation.
I can’t speak now.

By the way, does this old article look familiar?

…
This is, like an old gourmet magazine…
…No, I don’t know.

We will rent this cafeteria as our investigation headquarters and search for the suspect.
You should cooperate too.

By the way, Inspector, is this the cook you were looking for?

You fool!

A famous cook who appears in magazine articles would never work in a diner in such a small town.

Oh, you’re right.
I was thoughtless!

There is a lot of alcohol.

It is a beautiful picture.

I don’t understand this picture.

I will make an inquiry.

By the way, do you really know this article?

I thought I would be able to find out if I went to a restaurant in town.

…Come now.
This is just a small diner.

Hi, Inspector.
If you have some free time, why don’t you try to solve my puzzle?

I don’t have time for that!

Solving puzzles can sometimes help you organize your feelings.

Or, Inspector, are you afraid of losing to me?

If you’re going this far, I’ll be your opponent!

As expected from Scotland Yard. My apologies.

When you entered the dining room, you were sullen. Did you have a fight with your wife?

Why, you!

I don’t want to say.

I had a fight with my wife.
That’s why I spend all my time in the cafeteria feeling lonely.

You have to take care of your wife and family.

…

I’m going home.
You should make up soon, too.

…Amelie.

There are so many desks here, they’re in the way.

This is a cafeteria,
so it’s only natural.

Barton, move your desk away.

Understood.

I’m in trouble!

This is an important investigation.
You should take the day off.

It’s out of order!

It is done.

Alright, let’s start investigating.

Inspector,
what are we going to do now?

No, I think he knows something.
This is my intuition for this investigation.
Let's hear more from him.

As expected, it is the police department.

Do you have any idea who might be able to make sweets in this town?

Before that, I'm busy preparing.
There is also a puzzle that I am a little confused about.
Will you help me?

I see!
I wish I had seen it before.
Thank you. Now I am ready.

A person who seems to be able to make sweets...
Come to think of it, Ingrid's pie is popular.

What?
Ingrid the pie maker?
Is she old?

I see! My intuition says, this must involve an old woman who is good at making sweets.

Barton, go find her!

Understood!

Barton is slow.

Ingrid is talking to the residents in many houses.

She can be hard to find.

But there weren't many people in the streets.
Come to think of it, this town is too quiet.
Aren't there any tourists?

It's a quiet town where tourists don't come.

Every few years, there is a stranger who wanders in by car.

I have brought Ingrid.

You're late!
What exactly have you been doing?

Uh, well...

When I was looking for Ingrid, everyone said that they wouldn't tell me unless I solved their puzzles.

The residents of this town really love puzzles.

After all, this town is strange.
The investigation may take a long time.

By the way, what happened to Ingrid?
Didn't you bring her?

Ingrid is an old lady, so she walks slowly.

Barton! You're a cop, but you left an old woman behind!

My... My apologies...

As a punishment, solve the puzzle I put out!

Hmph. Be careful next time.

I'm sorry...

Ah, it looks like Ingrid is here.

Oh dear. What's the matter?
Are you officers?

I'm Inspector Chelmey.
We are under covert investigation.
Let me answer your question.

Have you read this article?

Nice to meet you.
Your name is Inspector Cherry.

It's Chelmey!

Well, if you know anything, I'd love to tell you.

I don't know if I can trust you just yet, so could you solve a puzzle for me?

What the hell is this!

Barton, you try to solve it!

Huh, me?
I'm nervous, but
I'll try my best.

Bertie, you're right!

It's a big deal. It's important to think for yourself and find the answer.

So, what did sirs Chelsea and Party want from me?

It's Chelmey!

I heard that you are a master pie maker. Do you know the person who makes the sweets in this article?

Oh my goodness, this article is old.

No matter how old I am, I don't know anything about it.

I'm sorry.

The previous wife and Flora loved my pie.

So I've gotten better at making pies too. It makes me very happy to have someone I love eat it.

...

Inspector. Ingrid doesn't seem to know anything.

Let me see.

The taste that this article says was made by someone, isn't it about their grandmother?

The taste of family is irreplaceable, isn't it?

If it's about food, why don't you ask Gyozeppe at the market?

Oh, was that Mr. Gepetto?

I see, I thought the market was suspicious too!

Barton!
Go to the market and find Gyozeppe, or Gepetto!

Understood!

If you have time, you should eat my pie too.

Goodbye, Inspector Cherish.

It's Chelmey! I don't know how many times I have to say it!

No, it's me.
Hohoho.

I brought Mr. Giuseppe with me.

Oi, what do you want? I'm busy with work at the market.

I'm sorry. Please cooperate with the investigation of an important incident.

Have you seen this article?

Come on, I don't know. What is this?

We're looking for a cook who was in this article about rewarding confectionery.

A cook? The cooks were surprised. First, I'm a butcher. I don't like this.

What did you say. A butcher? We're looking for someone who can make sweets.

I was fooled by that old lady!

Oh yeah, speaking of sweets, there is such a puzzle.

It's a bit too easy, but why don't you try to solve it?

Why do the residents of this town love puzzle solving so much? All right, I'll take it and stand up!

Gahaha! Let's do it.
Well, it's gone.

But why do you think this article talks about candy?

To me, a butcher, this article seems to be about a shepherd's pie with sheep.

No. This article must be about making sweets. I think so, so I'm sure it is.

Hmph.

I don't know, but it's a nostalgic childhood memory that goes into this part of this article.

I can still remember how good the food that my grandmother cooked was.

The pie that grandma made was delicious. Gachach!

(Giuseppe laughs because in Japanese, he said「ばいさん」(baisan) instead of「ばあさん」(bāsan) in order to make “grandma” (or “old lady”) sound a bit more like “pie.”)

Who’s telling jokes? It’s me.

Shouldn't you guys be investigating the market where food is gathered? Gachach!

The article's puzzle is being solved little by little.

If you feel nostalgic for the taste you ate at the market, there must be a confectionery master at the market!

If you come to understand this article, what will happen?

Then Amelie and my mother...

Eh?

Oi, you! Don't meddle in the secrets of the investigation!

Barton, let's go to the market and ask!

Eh?
Inspector, do you have an epiphany?

It’s fine, follow me!

I-it's high, so it's there!

If we go to the market, we will find something important.

Is that what your intuition says for the investigation?

Yes, hurry up!

The investigation of this case, which began in a remote countryside, has finally come to the core through the testimony of the residents.

Is the key to solving the case really in the market?

I went to the market with Barton.

Continuing in Part Two.

I am Chelmey, Scotland Yard’s top police Inspector.

In order to investigate a major incident,
I started asking questions based on this remote countryside restaurant.

I thought questioning these puzzle-loving residents would make the investigation difficult, but…

My many years of experience as a shrewd police inspector and my keen sense of intuition have made it clear that the next place we must look into is the market.

So I went to the market with Barton.

Is this the market?

It's because there are no celebrities. Also, there are no restaurants.

Meow.

Inspector, there is a cat!

Cats have nothing to do with the investigation!

We don't know this for sure.

It’s because it’s full of ingredients.

If the market has this many ingredients, you can find ingredients for that…

I don’t think this part of the village has anything to do with the incident.

Meow.

Huh? Why is there...?

Crouton’s restaurant recommended! Boast of ****

What do you recommend? I will ask Mr. Crouton later.

Hmm?

Mewowow.

This cat is cute.
All right.

I have a bad feeling.

Barton, don't bite the cat. Let's go!

Nyahhh!!

Ahh!

For some reason, Inspector Chelmey is disliked by animals.

Because you bite the cat!
Barton!

As punishment, solve this puzzle!

Yes...
I'm sorry...

Hmph. That's enough. I will forgive you.

Inspector!
There's a woman over there!

She might be a master confectioner!
Alright, let's talk to her!

What can I do for you?

We are looking for someone who can make sweets. Don't you care?

Huh. More than that, for you guys, an ominous phase is coming.

This is none of your business!

If you solve my puzzle, I won't let you know.

Inspector, in order to get a clue, I'm going to have to do some puzzle solving!

Feh, do whatever you want!

I'll do it!

Regardless of appearances, do it!
It's a big deal.

Are you looking for a pastry chef? Ingrid is a master pie maker, have you met her?

Even the diner master Crouton? Huh. Then ask Crumm, the bar master.

Contrary to his stern face and appearance, he is actually a kind child. He's Crouton's brother.

Where can we find that Crumm?

He always stops by the cafeteria before the store opens. It's about time.

All right, let's hurry back to the dining room!

Y-yes!

Have you tried going to the dining room?

I don’t like having animals on the scene.

The case is nearing its resolution.

That stern-looking Crumm must have been making sweets in secret.

That's why his brother Crouton was hiding him!

But why make sweets in secret? I don't see the point.

It must have been embarrassing. People tend to like the opposite.

Is that person Mr. Crumm?

As expected, he looks a little scary.

We are Scotland Yard.
Keep your dignity!

Inspector, this is my brother Crumm. He is a bar master.

It was just right. That's what we were looking for too.

Huh?

What do you want from me?

Have you seen this old article?

Hmph. Are you a stranger? If you don't like puzzles, I won't trust you. Please solve this puzzle.

All right. I hope.

Well done. But you won't be trusted in this town if you don't handle the number of puzzles.

My brother is cautious. If you solve the puzzle again and show it to him, he might trust you.

Here, only the number of puzzles solved is trusted.

Solve the next one.

Don't do it. Can I trust you? I'll answer anything.

If they've solved these puzzles so far, can we trust them? Hey, brother?

…

Big brother… not yet… Then I can’t say it out of my mouth.

Talk to a glutton named Prosciutto who lives in the northern alley.

I’m going. See you soon, big brother. See you.

Hmmm, as expected, Crumm must be the confectionery expert cook.

He is embarrassed to say that he's a master confectioner with such a strong body, so he's keeping it a secret.

He doesn't want to say it out of his mouth. I'm sure he's going to make Prosciutto, a customer who loves sweets, tell the truth instead!

Well then, I'll go find Prosciutto!

Crouton, you're hiding something.

No. That's not true.

Besides, why would an inspector be so obsessed with people who make sweets?

I can't go into detail, but this is not a criminal matter.

It is an important event that goes back to my past. When I meet the person, there is something I should definitely ask.

I won't go back to London until I've found the whereabouts of the man.

That's how important it is to me.

…

Here is Mr. Prosciutto. He kept eating all the way here.

I’m a glutton and I’m about to lose.

Hey, I’m busy eating. Chomp.

And I'm not just a glutton. A true foodie.

Hmm. What a rude fellow.

Have you seen this article?

Mum mum, I've seen it. But I won't tell you.

If you can solve the puzzle I put out, perhaps I will. Chomp.

Hmm, I guess you know the relationship between Crumm and this article. Give me your puzzle.

I'll do it. Inspector Chelmey. Since it's come to this, I have no choice.

I read this article a long time ago. Look, I'm picky about food.

Just like me, this was a man with a firm tongue.

That person ate the most delicious ginger pudding in town, made by Mr. Crouton.

That person was so moved that they wrote an entire article about it.

And the worst thing about this town is...

Ayaya. The rest is better to hear from Mr. Crouton himself. I will go home.

Ginger pudding! Finally!

But then the cook was not Crumm, but Crouton?

Then, Mr. Crouton’s recommendation in the leaflet I saw at the market was—

—ginger pudding!

Yes, Mr. Crouton's dishes are all exquisite. You wouldn’t get tired of eating them every day.

Dessert ginger pudding is the best.

And the worst thing in this town is the scones Mr. Crouton makes. They have a horrid taste...

Anyway! I'm going home!

I will ask Crouton about the secret of the recipe.

Was it you? The person I was looking for!

It's not like I hid it.

You never said anything about ginger pudding.

But you knew about the article!

You were strangers and could not be trusted, so I kept silent.

And this is also a matter of my pride.

Pride?

Indeed.
No, I still can't believe it.

Please solve this puzzle. Then I can tell you the truth.

All right.

You have solved it. Oh well. Let's speak the truth.

Inspector Chelmey, it sounds like you have some secrets to share regarding this article.

The article was written by my mother.

My mother, who was a culinary researcher, really liked the ginger pudding that I learned about in this article.

She made it for me every day.

My mother said she learned the recipe from the cook featured in this article.

So you are her son! I actually have the article.

The ginger pudding I've had in this little town is better than any I ever had in London, no, even in the whole of England.

It is just like how my grandmother used to make it.

One bite brings back fond memories of childhood.

The only disappointment is the taste of the scones.

The name of this wonderful cook is Mr. Crouton.

Please visit this town. I promise you a happy time.

She happened to stop by this town and ate the food I made with great pleasure.

Among my dishes, she liked the ginger pudding that I'm proud of.

When she returned to London, she said that she would write an article immediately and went home.

However, in the article, it was written that I was sorry about the taste of scones, which I disliked the most.

I am also a cook.

I was so shocked by her criticism that I couldn't trust outsiders anymore.

My mother's words shouldn't have been so offending. She's like me, she has a distinct personality.

The ginger pudding I learned then is my mother's specialty dish.

I loved it!

So then, why did you bother to look for Mr. Crouton?

In fact, my mother fell ill with a serious illness.

Even though she has no appetite, my mother told me that she would like to eat this ginger pudding...

My wife, Amelie, tried her best to recreate the taste of our home and feed it to my sick mother.

It's so different from my mother's taste... Then they quarreled.

Was Inspector Chelmey, a loving husband, quarreling with his wife?

Noisy! And all this was to cheer up my mother!

I found an old article in my mother's study and had a hunch that it was a clue to this ginger pudding.

I decided to look up the details of this article and find the cook whose recipe my mother would have learned.

I... also wondered if it was a national crime involving super-secret matters.

What are you talking about! For our sweet-loving family, the disappearance of recipes is the biggest crisis.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a national loss.

Besides, my wife and I really want our sick mother to eat her favorite food, ginger pudding!

So then, about my ginger pudding...!

I'm ashamed of myself for misunderstanding until now that she was just a somewhat rude culinary researcher.

Please bring this recipe home to your wife Amelie, for her sake.

I hope your mother will get better after eating this.

And may Mrs. Chelmey's child and his wife inherit this taste forever.

I am happy as a cook. Taste is something that lives forever in people's hearts.

Hmmm. With this ginger pudding recipe, she should be able to recreate it.

If my mother eats this, I'm sure she'll get better too!

I will come back here with my mother and my wife Amelie when she recovers from her illness.

I agree. Please visit again.

I'm still not confident about making scones, but ginger pudding is fine!

I'll be waiting forever and ever in this town, in this dining room, for the three of you to come.

Your mother also said at that time that she would visit this town again with her son.

And my wife's sweet potatoes are the best. You will love them too.

I'll be waiting forever and ever in this town, in this dining room, for the three of you to come.

This pudding was delicious.

I am happy that I will still be able to eat it even when we return to London.

Even so, Mr. Crouton is young.

He met your mother a long time ago. I can't believe how young he looks.

Did you say something, Barton?

Let's stop somewhere on the way and call Amelie, who is waiting for us in London.

Hehehe.

When I returned to London, I gave Amelie the recipe and we were able to reconcile.

We immediately made ginger pudding based on the recipe and delivered it to my mother.

After eating it, my mother's health gradually improved. She must be close to being discharged from the hospital.

And so, the investigation in the remote countryside where puzzle lovers gather ended with the clarification of the mystery of the recipe.

It’s over.